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  1. 1. “ Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the under wood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated. 2.

    • "Risk", by Anaïs Nin
    • "Stopping by Woods on A Snowy Evening", by Robert Frost
    • “Hope Is The Thing with Feathers", by Emily Dickinson
    • "The Peace of Wild Things", by Wendell Berry
    • "The Summer Day", by Mary Oliver
    • "The Guest House", by Rumi
    • "From Milk and Honey", by Rupi Kaur
    • "Sonnet 29", by William Shakespeare
    • "I Took My Power in My Hand", by Emily Dickinson
    • "O Me! O Life!", by Walt Whitman

    And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. A single sentence broken up into 8 small lines, Anaïs Nin’s “Risk” uses a flower as a metaphor, to remind us that there will come a day when the pain of complacency will exceed the pain of actually daring to make a change. The poem serve...

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Reading out like a heartbeat, Frost's most famous work draws from nature to explore the human conflict of being torn between life’s beauty and its responsibilities. With the repetition of ‘and miles to go before I sleep’...

    I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me. The evocative extended metaphor at the heart of this work has helped to cement "Hope is a thing with feathers" as perhaps the best-loved of Dickinson's 1,800 poems. In the last stanza, Dickinson beautifully captures the ever-giving,...

    I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. Written in free verse, "The Peace of Wild Things” intentionally slips the shackles of a standa...

    Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? Reflecting on the futility of life, Oliver’s “The Summer Day” shakes the reader by the shoulder, offering a jolt of inspiration. As everything dies ‘at last’ and ‘too soon’, the poem encourage...

    The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. Written by the great 13th-century Persian poet, "The Guest House" is a call for acceptance — one that is, unsurprisingly, often invoked in mindfulness circles. Rumi uses the m...

    what is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives Inward-looking in style, Rupi Kaur’s collection of poems, from Milk and Honey, centers around the theme of self-love (which is also a form of introspection). Kaur’s poems ironically remind us that the emotional attention and love that we crave and desire is not somet...

    Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven’s gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings "Sonnet 29" is a single sentence, divided into two: a conditional clause an...

    I aimed by Pebble—but Myself Was all the one that fell— Was it Goliath—was too large— Or was myself—too small Whilst not particularly uplifting, Dickinson’s “I took my power in my hand” brings out a harsh reality many of us struggle with — accepting failure. The poem is populated with unorthodox punctuation (particularly a liberal use of dashes) an...

    O Me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d, Of the poor results of all, of the plodding...

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    • “Come, And Be My Baby” by Maya Angelou. Maya Angelou was one of America’s most acclaimed poets and storytellers, as well as a celebrated educator and civil rights activist.
    • "Bird-Understander" by Craig Arnold. These are your own words. your way of noticing. and saying plainly. of not turning away. from hurt. you have offered them. to me I am only.
    • "Habitation" by Margaret Atwood. at the back where we squat. outside, eating popcorn. the edge of the receding glacier. where painfully and with wonder. at having survived even.
    • "Variations on the Word Love" by Margaret Atwood. One of the most fascinating things about love is that it can come in so many different forms — platonic, passionate, or even patronizing.
    • “Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” by W.B. Yeats. Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths.
    • “I wish I could remember that first day” by Christina Rossetti. I wish I could remember that first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me, If bright or dim the season, it might be.
    • “Your Hands” by Angelina Weld Grimké. I love your hands: They are big hands, firm hands, gentle hands; Hair grows on the back near the wrist . . . . I have seen the nails broken and stained.
    • “Love Song” by Dorothy Parker. My own dear love, he is strong and bold. And he cares not what comes after. His words ring sweet as a chime of gold, And his eyes are lit with laughter.
    • “Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds” (Sonnet 116), by William Shakespeare (1564-1616) This poem is not a personal appeal but a universal definition of love, which the poet defines as constant and unchangeable in the face of any circumstances.
    • “Bright Star,” by John Keats (1795-1821) Keats brings an almost overwhelming sensuality to this sonnet. Surprisingly, the first eight lines are not about love or even human life; Keats looks at a personified star (Venus?
    • “To His Coy Mistress,” by Andrew Marvell (1621-1678) Yet another seduction attempt in verse, perhaps this poem doesn’t belong on a list like this, since it isn’t about love at all.
    • “Whoso List to Hunt,” by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542) Supposedly written about Anne Boleyn, wife of King Henry VIII, this bitter poem compares his beloved to a deer fleeing before an exhausted hunter, who finally gives up the chase, because, as he says, “in a net I seek to hold the wind.”
  2. May 8, 2024 · From the new to the old, take a loving journey through 26 of our top love poems to warm your heart and help you get into a loving mood. So, snuggle up and prepare to immerse yourself in a world of love through joy, sadness, and genuine connection. 1. “Come, And Be My Baby” by Maya Angelou.

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  4. Whether you’re searching for a poem for an occasion like an anniversary, a wedding, or Valentine’s Day, or because you need a pick-me-up or a forget-me-not, here’s a diverse selection of love poems. For more poems about love, explore our archive.

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